Friday Night Drabble Party!
Okay, okay, so the title of this post is a little misleading.
Today is a big day, lots and lots to do, but most of all, the top of the lots, is that it’s book release day for Stone Cold Bastards!
If you haven’t heard about SCB then here ya go!
Hell has released its ravening horde of demons, leaving most of humanity a puke-spewing, head-spinning mess of possession.
Humanity’s last hope? A team of misfit gargoyles—including a cigar chomping, hard-ass grotesque—come alive and ready for battle during the End of Days. They guard the last cathedral-turned-sanctuary atop a bald knoll in the North Carolina mountains.
Gargoyle protection grudgingly extends to any human who can make it inside the sanctuary, but the power of the stonecutter blood magic, which protects the sanctuary, may not be enough when a rogue grotesque and his badly-wounded ward arrive.
All the hounds of hell are on their heels. The last sanctuary is about to fall.
What are other authors saying? I’m glad you asked!
“Misfit stone warriors against the demon apocalypse—a bloody good story!”—Gail Z. Martin, author of Shadow and Flame
“Stone Cold Bastards is the most fun you’ll ever have with the apocalypse. I’m not sure which I love more–the hillbilly-styled grotesques, the polite demons, or guts, gore, and mayhem.” – Diana Pharaoh Francis, author of The Crosspointe Chronicles Series
“Stone Cold Bastards is a badass urban fantasy with heart and style. You’ve never seen heroes like this before!” –John Hartness, bestselling author of The Black Knight Chronicles Series
Still not sold? Well, instead of tonight’s usual drabble, I give you a 180 word excerpt. I tried to hit exactly 100 words, but it just wasn’t happening.
He was too late. He saw it in her eyes. Eyes that were perfectly human one moment, but then not so much the next. That’s all it took. For a possessed that was occupied by one of the higher demons to make eye contact with an unprotected human. The transfer was instantaneous.
“Where am I?” a weak voice cried. The voice from the human who had suddenly lost the parasite that had been living in her for years. “Oh, God, where am I?”
The possessed around her laughed and the dispossessed woman began to weep and plead for someone to tell her where she was, what was happening, who they all were. They didn’t offer her any answers. Instead, they tore her apart.
The blood and gore was for Morty’s benefit. Normally, the possessed wouldn’t have wasted a vessel like that, but they wanted him to see their cruelty. Not that he needed to see it. He felt it writhing underneath him as Shandra bucked against his stone form.
“Hello, Mordecai,” a multi-toned voice said. “I have missed you.”
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